CONTROL YOURSELF

SOME CALL YOU A WITCH & OTHERS GIVE YOU A SWORD

[corpsepasser-blog]

so, i’m over here if anyone would like to roleplay with me again.

[corpsepasser-blog]

so, i resigned from my full time job because of mental health reasons, and my parents don’t understand that, but that’s not why i’m on right now.

i have the want to rp but.. no muse for sidhe or sidhe baby.

i’ve wanted to go back to the 100 fandom (i had a clarke), but i think i’d have to do a re-watch first or something.

i guess i just wanted to let people know i’m okay, and alive, but this blog will no longer be active.

[corpsepasser-blog]

"No, 'bobbing for apples' was not a euphemism."

Halloween Party Starters

               “ I know that, Marcus. I totally know that. “ Of course not. She’s a little bit tipsy – it’s her birthday, after all. No one was going to not let her have a few drinks on her birthday. If you ask what her age is, she’ll probably cry.

[phoebetonkinweb]

[antiiheroics-archived-blog]

❛  Pretty isn’t everything, you punk ass. ❜

^^^ It’s referring to my graphic, idk it didn’t turn out how I wanted it. Whatever, fight me, it’s adorable. Alright so FIRST OF ALL, do not proceed to read if you are not on the list and for some reason feel hurt by the fact that you’re not on it–which shouldn’t make you feel bad because if I follow you then I like you and this list changes nothing. Okay then, shall we proceed??

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[corpsepasser-blog]

“I’m not sure how, but you have melted chocolate on your neck. I’ll get it off for you.”

                 “ well aren’t YOU the absolute gentleman, kit. “áine is trying to hide back her smile by biting her lip, but it’s not working so well. there’s a part of her that is absolutely wondering how she got chocolate on her, but she’s not too worried. lifting a hand, she moves her hair to the other side of her head softly.

[corpsepasser-blog]

Halloween Party Starters

"The fact that they make a 'sexy' version of that costume is highly disturbing."

"You seem to have a problem with self-stripping clothing; your zipper's fallen down again."

"... just when you thought the costumes couldn't get any skimpier."

"You do realize that this is supposed to be a costume party right?"

"The fact that they even make that costume..."

"My costume might not be as flashy, but at least I'm warm."

"I should've picked a costume with less layers."

"You're the third person I've seen tonight with that costume. Popular choice isn't it?"

"The problem with Halloween is that you always meet somebody and then you have no idea who they actually are."

"You look... surprisingly good in that outfit."

"For the last time, NO I am not dressed up as [ costume here ]!"

"Are you the [costume here] I was talking to before?"

"No, adding a mask does not 'automatically make it a Halloween costume'. It makes it a cop out."

"Oh! Here let me help you with that, your costume's a bit, uh.."

"So what are you supposed to be?"

"Are you here with that person over there? Because you've got matching costumes."

"I cannot unsee the horrors I have seen this night."

"The point of Halloween is to dress up and get drunk, isn't it?"

"That isn't a costume, that's a horror story."

"I am almost offended by the fact that you're wearing that."

"This is going so much worse than last year."

"What do you mean you aren't dressing up? You have to dress up it's Halloween!"

"No, 'bobbing for apples' was not a euphemism."

"So what'll it be: trick or treat?"

"... and that's what happened to the Halloween candy."

"Oh no, there will be no running out of candy this year. Nobody wants to see a repeat of last year. Nobody."

"You know, it just doesn't feel like Halloween yet."

"Okay, now it feels like Halloween."

"I can't tell who's passed out in the bathroom, but there's someone asleep in the tub. Just so you know."

"Never. Again."

"That went a lot better than I expected it to."

"No you can't wear the same costume as me. People will get confused."

"Oh hey, we'll totally match then."

"So... everyone seems to think we're wearing couples costumes. Weird, huh?"

"And the costume of the year award goes to - "

[corpsepasser-blog]

behind the feline. today is the cat babe’s birthday !! and of course i’m inactive for it. /: my new job is kicking my ass.

[corpsepasser-blog]

I tried to say fuck off and fight me at the same time and I said fuck me

imagine ur otp

[corpsepasser-blog]

behind the feline. so, i’m really in the mood for long threads.....if you didn’t notice by that. really. long. starter. whoops.

[corpsepasser-blog]

@ofsimplicities

           áine had been experiencing some rather vivid night terrors; ones that would leave her with the taste of blood in her mouth, convinced that if she breathed too hard blood would pour out. fingers tug at the laces of her running shoes before she’s lifting herself back up and making a beeline towards her front door. over the time she’s been alive, running has been the only thing that can make her feel like she’s no longer in an anxious body. the way that her heartbeat accelerates when her body moves like a machine gives off a sensation of relaxation that she cannot even begin to describe.

             the fact that it’s raining outside makes it even better -- the sound of it hitting the soil and the pavement allows her to only focus on that. none of the thoughts piling up are loud while she’s on a run, they just get put behind. but one thing is clear, áine tends to forget about her surroundings; especially the fact that there was a car coming her way that didn’t seem like it was stopping. sure, she was on a crosswalk, but she was wearing all black. catching the light in the corner of her eyes, she comes to a halt, her body moving way beyond her feet stopping, causing her to fall flat on her ass.

                      “ WAY TO STOP FOR PEDESTRIANS, ASSHOLE ! “

[hellcheerful]

[monsteredboy]

“you haven’t shown up in a while. life getting busy or something, huh?”

[corpsepasser-blog]

“ did you miss me ? honestly, more than i expected it to. first it was one job, and now it’s MAGICALLY gone up to three ?? “

[monsteredboy]

is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?

[antiiheroics-archived-blog]

          “ You know that your knowledge of them being here every single night implies that you must be here every single night, ” he commented, “ not that I’m judging. ” Maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t. Kit absentmindedly brought a hand up to his face to rub the darkening bruise forming around his eye. He flinched slightly. The flesh was still tender. 

          He finished the last of his beer before he returned his attention to the women beside him. He angled his body so that he was more or less facing her. “ Mmhmm, secret has definitely slipped. I’d off him if I were you. Can’t keep a secret. ” he shook his head as he gestured to the tender behind them. “ But you know, since you’ve already caught my attention I might as well ask. Does said cat lady have an alias I’m allowed to know?? ”

[corpsepasser-blog]

          Don’t give her any ideas, handsome stranger. It’s been a while since she’s harvested. “ Y’know, I would totally do that, but then I wouldn’t be receiving any of the ‘slightly warm’ mozzarella sticks that they’re getting me fat with. “ Áine was an absolute sucker for anything that was deep fried. She was sure that if she left this town, there would be a huge basket full of them in the trunk of her car. There would be a way to re-heat them; there’s always a way. “ But they’re all still assholes for blowing my cover. So, there’s that. “

          Brown eyes narrowed a bit as she noticed the large bruise that was surfacing on his eye. Her curiosity piqued as well as the motherly instinct to take out one of her herbal oils and gently place some on the bruise -- but she’d just barely met the guy. It’d be awkward, and she’d more than likely accidentally fuck up since she was a little bit tipsy. Or worse, she’d poke his eye out with one of her nails. “ Halle Berry, duh. Just kidding -- I’m Áine. “

[starredsoul]

the throat after the scream, bloody, ripped raw— i know, i know, i’ve been there. i’ve called it home. pressing the thumb to the bruise to see if it hurts— because it hurts, because i want to be the only cause of my pain.  i could tell you stories  about losing control of the body, about my skin not being my own. how it’s all nothing until it’s the mouth stuffed fast with cotton, and the limbs pulled clean off and a mouth on your mouth that you can’t see.

Emily Palermo, UNFORGIVEN.  (via mythaelogy)

[custosurbis-archive-blog]

     Marcus could clearly see that the woman was distressed. As she moved closer he could see that she was shaking ever so slightly, and he doubted it was from the temperature. He hoped he wasn’t to blame for it. When she extended her hand, Marcus reached out and took it in his with a firm grip and a small, but warm smile. “It’s all right. I’m used to it.” He wasn’t exaggerating. In fact, compared to some of the reactions to his presence, her welcome was positively amiable. At least she hadn’t shot at him. “Maybe you can. I’m just looking for an old, expensive house that might have been abandoned a while ago. You know if there’s anything like that around here?”

[corpsepasser-blog]

              “ Yes, actually. It’s down the road a little bit to be extremely exact. I had looked into residing in that one, but in all honesty, it gave me the creeps -- and I never get the creeps. As well as the fact that there’s so much wear and tear to it; too much for me to spend repairing.“ Not that she would stay for more than a month or three. Áine’s body felt the warmth from his hand escape hers as she pulled away delicately. She took a moment to pull her sleeves down over her hands, looking towards the direction the house was in before looking back up at him, lip bit slightly. “ The only problem is, it’s a hell of a walk to get there with all of the roots sticking up from the ground. If you want, I can drive you up there.” Just because she’s...not too good with people, doesn’t mean she’ll let them go somewhere by themselves. Her gut reminded her that he could more than definitely keep himself safe, but she still offered. Áine can remember countless times that she’s denied someone’s company, and the shit that happened because of it.